In her loneliness, she couldnt help but let her hands wander down her body as she fantasized about the feel of a mans touch on her horny skin.She spread her legs wide open, giving herself ample room to play with her clit and penetrate herself with her fingers.The erotic feelings built up inside her as she imagined the sensation of her pussy being teased with the lace of her stockings.With each stroke of her wet, aching folds, she couldnt help but think about how much more pleasure a man would give her than any mere fantasy could offer.As her fingers dipped lower, she focused on the sensitive part of her clit, rubbing it in wide circles with her index finger, ensuring that every nerve ending was thoroughly stimulated.The thought of the contrasting feeling from the firm pressure of stockings against her wet pussy made her moan louder and louder, her breaths becoming shorter as she grew more desperate for a man to take over where her own hands left off.The teasing continued each flick of her fingers on her clit brought her closer and closer to the edge.The room was filled with the sounds of her own pleasure as her wetness seeped through her underwear, mixing with her excitement.She imagined that this time, it wouldnt be just a fantasy she could feel the warmth and hardness of a mans body pressed against her own.But in her loneliness, she had to resort to satisfying herself.The thought of her man, or a man, filling her wet pussy with his cock instead of her fingers made her cum so hard that she bit her lip to muffle the sound and tried to regain control over her senses.The trembling aftermath left her in a state of mixed emotions desire for more but relief from the intense release at the same time.She couldnt help but imagine the perfect man who would fulfill all her desires, leaving her never wanting or lonely again.